‘What a fascinating bunch. Bates was a sweetheart, Shaw was in character as
Aston and monosyllabic, and Pleasence turned the air blue. Pinter kept
remarking on how unusual it was to see a smart photographer: “Oh look, he’s
got a knitted silk tie!” To reflect the claustrophobia of the film, I
squeezed them into a tiny room and locked the door. I got some soulful shots
but most of the time they were giggling, blowing kisses and acting up. I was
mystified until I unlocked the door and found the great photographer Bill
Brandt standing there. I’d shut the door in his face.’